Art Therapy.

Last night I made art. Not to sell, but for the sake of my sanity. It had been a while since I've done such a thing. But man. Talk about good for the heart, soul, and mind.

Tangletown.

This wall piece involves tangled thread and highlighted phrases from a Japanese-English dictionary page that I randomly tore out. One phrase reads: "Won't you give me something to drink? Anything will do." Ha! Tell me about it...

A Tasty Farewell.

Allison leaves for Paris on Tuesday for the quarter :[

So what do we do? We have desert in the morning! Also known as breakfast. The Portidge Bay Cafe offers delicious plates of such. Observe:

My plate: Paw Paw French Toast. Yum.

Allison's plate: Chai Oatmeal. Poor Allison wanted 3 Bears Porridge but they went out of business. No one gave them a chance.

Yay! Full and happy. But sad (in the inside) because Allison leaves.

Actually. All of my friends left/are leaving the country for the coming months. I must have scared them all away. Okay. Only 3 of them. But my other pals are going out of town for school, leaving me by my lonesome.

What is a girl to do? Eat more french toast...probably.

Knock. Knock.

After some time pondering the meaning of life...

Okay. Not really. I have just been out and about. Took a short break from being artsy. It's been pretty nice simply working and wandering the streets. However. I must admit. I've missed the art world. In the coming months, I plan on creating bigger (and better!) pieces of wall art.

Here is a custom piece I was able to create this summer for a buddy:


And here's me (I believe I promised a picture long ago):


I got myself a nose ring this summer and after convincing Mother Romano that no, I am not a druggy, she accepted it. She has an interesting/the wrong idea of people with piercings.

I am actually a much happier person than shown above. However. I often feel VERY awkward taking pictures of myself. But for you. Anything.

Punk Rock Flea Market.

Hello there! Punk Rock Flea Market is around yet again, this July 26th and I will be a part of it all. If only you all were in the Seattle area. If you happen to find yourself in Seattle town for some wonderful reason, you should come and visit me!!

Post Script: I really need to find my camera charger in order to take photographs of (1) the condo that I currently live in with my best bud and (2) me and my haircut. Oh geez. I am very much behind in this blog business and I deeply hope that you bare with me here.

A Good Thing.

A few days ago, I received an email from Janice. She is a fellow volunteer that I met while volunteering in Tanzania, AFRICA for 3 weeks back in Aug. to Sept. of '07. It was extremely nice to hear from her. Apparently, Janice and some other volunteers that were on the same trip are in the works of establishing a volunteer organization of their own in the town of Moshi. So awesome! I was very much grateful for their efforts on trying to improve the lives of the Tanzanians because they are the nicest of people. I can attest to that one.

Moshi, Tanzania.

One of the many children I played with in the neighborhood.

Here is their work-in-progress website that I thought I'd share: www.hearttoafrica.weebly.com

I would love to partake next summer for a few months. I will be especially ready for such an adventure since I will be undertaking Swahili this coming academic year. Talk about a fantastic reason for saving up the dollar bills.

Janice and me in the Amsterdam airport awaiting our final flight home (Sept. 2007).

MUTO.

I think this is awesome. And not just because I love spray paint.

Okay.

Maybe a little.

Thank you Cheryl. For exposing me to such wonders.

Yoga-ness.

This fellow makes even the pretty simple poses look way more intense than they really are, I feel.


I participated in yoga for the very first time this morning.

There are 3 things that I am bad at (okay, there are way more but I'm not going to get into that right now for the sake of protecting my self-esteem): (1) stretching, (2) balancing, and (3) deep breathing. And what do you know, yoga constitutes all 3.

My pal Sydney convinced me to go. She took one yoga class and was convinced that it was the greatest thing ever. But see, here's how Sydney and I differ. Sydney absolutely loves to stretch. She will devote the time and energy after a workout for some stretches, like what normal people should do. I, on the the other hand, being the rebel that I am, skip the stretches which lead to the risk of injuries and such disasters. It doesn't help that I am a klutz.

Side Note: "Klutz" is defined as a clumsy, awkward, or foolish person. Wow. I didn't think one word could capture me so perfectly.

Though putting such issues aside, I am also one to really want to be crazy about yoga. I feel like yoga people are so cool, walking around with their yoga mat slung on their shoulder and I want to be just like them. See my train of thought here?

The one hour session was interesting. It was quite difficult for me to be "in tune with my body" even though the instructor kept telling us to. Additionally, my body doesn't quite know what stretching feels like. It's been a long, long time since my muscles got to feel such a thing. Poor things. They were probably in a state of shock.

Figure 43 Muscles: side view


At times when my eyes were closed and I was turned away from everyone else, I would think: "I wonder what everyone else is doing." I'm sure that I failed to look in sync with my classmates.

While walking back to our place, I was complaining to Sydney about how those stretches/poses and deep breathing and stuff was so hard for me. She just looked at me and said: "That class will be good for you." Ha. She's right.